Question Everything

It was our annual college choir tour.  We were on a big bus, riding through Kansas, when the bus driver picked up the microphone and made the following announcement: “Ladies and gentlemen, if you’ll look to the right, you’ll see one of America’s foremost all-female driving schools.”  We all looked up just in time to see an enormous auto salvage yard.  There were wrecked cars as far as the eye could see.

The guys (except for the ones whose wives were with them) all laughed hysterically.  The gals all did a slow burn.  The bus driver beamed.  And the truth?  Well, it took yet another beating.

You see, it is a myth that men are better drivers than women.  In truth, we are worse.  Far worse.  In the U.S., men are responsible for 71 percent of traffic fatalities.  That’s because we speed, drive drunk, run stop lights, and crash our vehicles twice as much as women do.*  And guys, don’t try to explain the higher numbers by saying we drive more total miles.  We do drive more miles, but that was figured into the stats.

But there’s a larger issue here.

How many bits of misinformation have you crammed into your brain?  How much of what you believe would fall into the “myth” category?  Granted, some myths are harmless, but others aren’t.

Take, for example, the teenage girl who gives in and has sex with her boyfriend because she believes him when he says, “everybody does it.”  Or the career up and comer who employs dishonest tactics because he’s bought into the notion that “nice guys finish last.”  Or the beleaguered preacher who works 60 hours a week because he believes it’s his job to meet the needs of every person in the church.

Myths abound in our world, and the quality of our lives will likely be determined by our ability to spot them.  If you want to grow a little stronger every day, question everything.  It’s always good to ask, “Is that really true?”

For further reflection read John 8:32, 2 Timothy 4:3-4, Ephesians 4:14-15

*John Stossel, Myths, Lies, and Downright Stupidity (New York: Hyperion, 2006), 42

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